Page 122 of Keep Me
Gripping his shirt, I scrunched my nose in an attempt to shy away from the pleasure. He had barely touched me, but my hips were already bucking, chasing a touch I hoped would come.
While popping my nipple out of his mouth, his hand trailed down my body past the bunched-up fabric of my jersey until it was at the top of my jeans. “If I pushed my fingers into your panties right now, would you be soaking wet for me?”
“Yes,” I said with a sigh.
He pushed me up the sofa, ensuring I was leaning against the arm rest before he pulled my jeans and panties off in one swift movement.
The cold air prickled across my skin as Matty’s warm hand cupped my center. I let out a choked cry as his fingers massaged my clit. “You were right. Soaking wet already. I can’t wait to taste you.”
I sighed when his hand left me and he draped my legs over his shoulders, opening me up to him. His face was so close, I could feel his breath against my sensitive flesh. Even though I was desperate to feel his tongue again, we were skating dangerous territory doing this in the living room.
Grabbing him by the hair, I pulled him away from my body and forced him to look at me.
“Matty, we need to take this to my room. What if Lydia comes home?”
He licked his lips, looking between my eyes and my center. “Mm-hm. You’re right. No one is allowed to see you like this but me.” His gaze flicked down my body, stopping at my center to admire the view. “But fuck. Your pussy looks so inviting right now.”
“Come on. Let’s just go to my room.”
Just as I was about to move my legs, Matty looped his arms around my thighs and latched on to me. Before I knew it, he picked me up. With my legs over his shoulders, and my pussy in his face, I was blocking his view and concerned that he would fall.
“Matty,” I said on a shaky breath as he attempted to balance us. It was difficult, to say the least. “I can walk.” I wrapped my arms around his head, too unstable to do anything else. It seemed to help, though, because despite wobbling, he was able to walk toward my room.
“How are you even balancing?” I muttered. “Can you breathe in there?”
“Who needs oxygen when I can live off your pussy?” he said into my center, surprising me with a little lick.
I squealed, nearly falling forward. “Matty! This is so dangerous.”
Walking me in a semistraight line, Matty passed my bedroom door, so I grabbed the arch, directing him with a tug of my arm. “In here,” I said, trying to stop myself from laughing.
He managed to walk into my room until his shins hit the frame of my bed.
“Shit, that hurt,” he said, then dropped me onto the center of the mattress.
His cheeks were bright red; a sign that my thighs had been there, and his hair was all over the place from my attempts at directing him.
“Matty, are you okay?” His eyes were a little dazed as he flashed me that lopsided smile I loved so much.
“Yeah. I’m good, Wifey.” He shook his head and huffed out a breath. “I just realized what a lucky life I have to look forward to.”
Kneeling onto the bed, he made it dip, and I shunted myself up to the headboard to make some space for him.
“But I’m more concerned about you,” he said, resting between my thighs. I’d barely gotten comfortable on the bed before two of his fingers were inside me, and his lips were sealed against my clit, sucking it into his mouth.
Oh.
My.
Goodness.
All the calm was gone. I was frantic. My breathing was heavy, and sweat prickled at my forehead. The only time I’d ever come close to feeling like this was the last time I was with him. Matty growled as he devoured me, and it rumbled through my center, sending waves of pleasure up my spine.
“It’s so good,” I whispered, not able to get anything else out.
Wrapping his arm around my thigh, he pulled me impossibly close to him. I was limp and lustful, and when I looked down at him with hazy eyes, he was watching my reaction. His lips curled at the edges when he realized he was caught, and in that instant, he changed the direction he was flicking his tongue. I moaned, and he repeated the motion a few times before changing direction, making me lose my mind.
He was controlling this. Owning me in the best possible way.
